I freeze, my breath lodged in my throat as my chest tightens, the fear of her being entirely wrong running through my mind. The uncertainty halts me longer than I wish it would, because the reality of the situation is that I don’t give a fuck. Sealed souls or not, she is mine and I am hers. “Whatever the outcome, it doesn’t matter. I am yours and you are mine,” I breathe, my shoulders relaxing with my next inhale deep and reviving as she nods eagerly at me.
